aaahhhhhhh
Monday night after work I tried to log in to my Furman email account. Nothing happened. I asked a friend to log me in. Nothing. She tried to email me and said that my name wasn't in the directory anymore. My email account had been deleted. I completely broke down - I was crying my eyes out at the Colgan's computer in the middle of the night.
I had made plans to hang out with Russell and Chris after they got off work, so they came over and we picked up Briley and TJ (yay for guide dogs!) and went ghost-hunting on Crawford Road. I'm really glad I got out of the house after that or I would've been a mess... We didn't find any ghosts under the bridge, so we went to McDonalds. After a near-fiasco when Chris opened his car door at the drive-through window and TJ took off, and after driving through the drive-through twice because we couldn't make up our minds, we finally ordered and ate. Wendy's definitely beats McDonalds on every level.
Anyway, I called Computer and Information Services at Furman the next day (yesterday--Tuesday), and the guy who answered said he would see if my account was in pre-delete, from which it could be retrieved. He said he would call me back. Around six that night I checked my voicemail and CIS had called. "Megan? Your email account was deleted August 4th. Call us at --- if you have any questions." So I completely fell apart again and went wandering off behind the back area, crying... It's really stupid, I know, but I feel like I've lost my last connection to Furman. Now I can't access the cross-country/track message board, or any of the clubs I was sort of in... all of my emails are gone, all my pictures, everything I had saved... letters from friends, coaches, my parents--especially my parents. They never sent me letters, but a few times they emailed me what was on their hearts. It's hard for my dad to tell me what he's feeling, so I treasured those emails. And now they're gone. Everything is gone. It hit me hard--I'm no longer a student. It's done. Over. Gone.
Whitney and I are driving down to Burnsville on Friday, coming back to Newport News on Tuesday (the 15th) so Whitney can perform on Wednesday at Busch, and then driving to Oma's house in Wytheville on Thursday so Whitney can get to school on Friday. A lot of driving. A lot of being in the car with Whitney, which could get interesting...
I mixed up some henna paste this morning and my friend Erica said she would give me a tattoo, so hopefully I can get that done today, yay.
If I don't think about Furman it doesn't hurt.
Right.
I had made plans to hang out with Russell and Chris after they got off work, so they came over and we picked up Briley and TJ (yay for guide dogs!) and went ghost-hunting on Crawford Road. I'm really glad I got out of the house after that or I would've been a mess... We didn't find any ghosts under the bridge, so we went to McDonalds. After a near-fiasco when Chris opened his car door at the drive-through window and TJ took off, and after driving through the drive-through twice because we couldn't make up our minds, we finally ordered and ate. Wendy's definitely beats McDonalds on every level.
Anyway, I called Computer and Information Services at Furman the next day (yesterday--Tuesday), and the guy who answered said he would see if my account was in pre-delete, from which it could be retrieved. He said he would call me back. Around six that night I checked my voicemail and CIS had called. "Megan? Your email account was deleted August 4th. Call us at --- if you have any questions." So I completely fell apart again and went wandering off behind the back area, crying... It's really stupid, I know, but I feel like I've lost my last connection to Furman. Now I can't access the cross-country/track message board, or any of the clubs I was sort of in... all of my emails are gone, all my pictures, everything I had saved... letters from friends, coaches, my parents--especially my parents. They never sent me letters, but a few times they emailed me what was on their hearts. It's hard for my dad to tell me what he's feeling, so I treasured those emails. And now they're gone. Everything is gone. It hit me hard--I'm no longer a student. It's done. Over. Gone.
Whitney and I are driving down to Burnsville on Friday, coming back to Newport News on Tuesday (the 15th) so Whitney can perform on Wednesday at Busch, and then driving to Oma's house in Wytheville on Thursday so Whitney can get to school on Friday. A lot of driving. A lot of being in the car with Whitney, which could get interesting...
I mixed up some henna paste this morning and my friend Erica said she would give me a tattoo, so hopefully I can get that done today, yay.
If I don't think about Furman it doesn't hurt.
Right.